I do realise that everybody and their dog is a keyboard warrior these days, i.e. says hateful, insulting things which they would never say to the unfortunate victim's face in real life. I would like to think if I did meet Emma I would say, "Emma your blog is shit", primarily because she probably makes loads of money from ads so probably couldn't give two shits what a random person thought of her shitty blog.
Am I hating because I can write a better blog yet will never get the recognition or money that she probably does?
Am I hating because of the abundance of rags to riches stories you hear these days and wondering why I can't get in on some of this action? e.g. J K Rowling and loads of successful authors being turned down a gajillion times before being published and are now gajillionaires, Heidi Murkoff; author of the best-selling pregnancy in the world just because she was knocked up by accident, teen fashion bloggers who end up in the front rows of Louis Vuitton, even the cute little boy in the US who made his own arcade and has now made enough money to pay for his future college tuition from people who visit his cardboard arcade.
Am I hating because I wanted a genuine pregnancy blog I could actually relate to but instead found a crap blog full of non-thoughts?
I promise you I am not a bitter person in real life at all but it probably is all three reasons. Even if no-one ever reads this, maybe I can look back on these musings, you know, when I have a stretch-marked strewn stomach and talk about nothing my adorable little baby (puke) and remember how I felt about this moment in time. Because everybody wants memories, a sense of who they used to be, no matter how cringe worthy I suppose.
So thank you Emma, this is MY boring pregnancy diary.
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